Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Monks,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Cameo,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Knickerbockers,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.